Tag "Asshat Recovery Program"

While going through my divorce, my therapist said to me “if he was like this while you were married, why do you expect him to be different now?” The realization really jarred me: it was true. Stop wishing the asshat was different. Don’t expect a change in behavior. Asshats don’t suddenly become aware of their asshat status and reform their ways. Keep Reading …

Excerpt: “I’m a woman, not a fellow man in the dating war theater, down in the trenches under heavy artillery fire with my penis-packing compadres. And sometimes women are considered man-hating harridans when they scold men for Asshattery. But it’s a chance I’ll have to take! Because I am coining Rule #2 to Avoid Becoming a Male Asshat …” Keep Reading:

Excerpt: “You’re beginning to accept less and less in the relationship, because your self-esteem takes a hit every time you take him back hoping for better treatment. You’re most likely addicted to the Asshat at this juncture. And when we’re addicted to something or someone and we use again, we essentially betray ourselves.” Keep Reading …

The Woman Formerly Known As Beautiful website is where I’ll continue to tell tall tales about naked Dutch boom operators, lady gardens, the tunnel of f#@k, Lena Dunham’s breasts, my Gwyneth Paltrow voodoo doll and Henry’s prowess in the boudoir, but for dating and marriage advice you’ll go to shannoncolleary.com

I have some ground-breaking information for those of you still enmeshed with an Asshat. By “enmeshed” I mean, thinking about her all of the time, feeling clingy when she’s not around, calling him six times an hour, snooping around in her drawers to see if she’s cheating, sitting outside his house eating donuts and drinking Thunderbird wearing a headset to listen to him through the microphone you taped under his bed while he was in the john.

He wouldn’t talk to me or even look at me, all he did was play pool. The following morning, after we woke up, he pointedly looked at me and went straight back to the pool table, picked up the cue and began racking the balls. I wanted to rack his balls.

In making me feel smaller, The Greek God ensured that I’d never leave because, considering all of my flaws, I believed I was lucky to get him and should just put up with the times he treated me poorly.

Here’s the funny thing about people. They tell you who they are. And they often tell you right away. Recently I worked with an old friend of mine on a writing project. We’d known each other many years and I

Back before Henry, when the dinosaurs roamed the land and I loved Asshats, Mr. Cruelly Handsome and I were driving to Tijuana down the 405 freeway at 2 p.m., heading south to donate LAFD firefighting equipment to the Mexican bomberos

I’m excited about getting this series off the ground. Have a look at the video and see if your love life has the signs of an abusive relationship. Because I’ve been there, baby, and I can help! Also, you get to watch me sweating like Albert Brooks in Broadcast News.

Asshats. We’ve all been in love with at least one. Haven’t we? If you haven’t, do me a service and lie. What defines an Asshat? (I’m going to refer to men, but Asshatism crosses all gender lines). My #AsshatCriteria: 1.